The Comfort of The Keyboard

The feeling of my fingers on a keyboard is so intricate and precise.  Being able to familiarly traverse my fingers with that light plastic clicking is relaxing.

The Voice

Just the sound of his voice quakes the land! But his very words...? Unfathomable!

The roots of this are in the idea of "the shout" from the to-be-released video game called Skyrim.  I made it into a bit more, where the truth of his words are simply not conceivable to the typical denizen of Praxis.

The Winthrow Man

With his delicate touch, the Winthrow man makes nature cry out in joy.

Not sure who this guy is really.  Perhaps another denizen I'll place in Praxis.  Not sure where Winthrow came from either, but it sounds delightfully British.

I'll Love you Forever

In his prison of a home the bitter man lives.
His life is a shell; a husk of what it once was.
Every hour of every day this man cries out in a sorrow passionate enough to break a candlegod's heart.
Yet he refuses to wither for this man is the Moses of love.
Once his life shone as brightly as a thousand suns.  And today's sorrows were yesterday's passions.
Today's whimpers were yesterday's roars.  Today's tears was yesterday's sweat.

In the land called Praxis, these archetypes walk the lands, and battle with the awesome power of titans.

This piece of writing is multi-faceted.  I've been trapped in a labyrinth of the monster "Unknown". My lover I did not know if she had perhaps fallen out of love with me.  So I poured my sorrows and fears of what I might become into this archetype in Praxis.
Turns out she did fall out of love with me and just broke up with me, but I'll save writings regarding that for another time, as this piece of writing was made before I discovered this.
Love is a strange thing.  It takes faith to maintain the strongest love that will last a life-time.  But if it's one-sided, then it becomes labelled as an "obsession".  This results in clinginess for those who are not disciplined enough, like me.  I guess it means I'm selfish as well.  But again, these thoughts are writing for another time.

A Single Phrase

Gently nestled in the bosom of oblivion


Some song mentioned oblivion and this phrase popped into my head.  I like it. It reminds me of the comfort in separating yourself from your ego.  Kind of like Einstein's perspective on being on a boat in a storm with regard to how colossal the universe is.

The Nature of the Universe

Further we progress,
one enlightenment follows another
yet somehow...it seems all the same
The rules of reality itself
fold into a fractal

Here I'm talking about the repeating themes we come across in exploring the Law's of Nature. The hierarchies.  The shifts in paradigms, etc.  I'm too lazy to really explain in normal words, but maybe you get what I'm trying to say.  Godel hit oil with his Incompleteness Theorem, which I think is somehow tied up in the infinitudes of the most fundamental parts of Nature.  I recommend reading the book "Godel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid" by Daniel Hofstadter.  It seems to be trying to capture this loopy nature of reality, but I don't think it's possible to fully understand it. It's always just beyond our fingertips.

Praxis

In a place called Praxis,
the music is beautiful
and the candlegods sing
the people explore the sky sea above
and revel in discovery


This is a fantasy land I conceptualized.  The name and the idea of a candlegod comes from the album cover of "Transmutation (Mutation Mutandis)"by the band called "Praxis".  I think I'd like to take up fantasy writing someday.  But I want it to be true fantasy, something unique and inspired by that which inspires me alone.  A land full of ridiculous bizzarities I can revel in where everything has some sort of buzz in my life, whether it be a word that I like the sound of, or an outlandish concept.  I think Escher's or Salvador (spelling?) Dali's art is what I'm getting at.  In this land, I'd try to take archetypes and turn them into their ultimate extremes.  A land of beautiful contrast.  Maybe I'll write a short-story sometime.

The Golden Man

The doors swept open
and in he strode
his eyes were thunder
his heart was pure
his intentions through devastation
would bring salvation


This imagery is of the archetype of a man of great power that shines as bright as the Sun.  In short, the Jesus archetype.  Except there's a bit more to it.  He has to destroy to save.  The beauty of this archetype I experienced in The Wheel of Time series.

Fantasy

When one becomes immersed in a fantasy,
sometimes he will wish that the fantasy were reality,
and the reality just fantasy.